CHICAGO CARLESS

(Photo: Forever lost view from the World Trade Center’s Top of the World observatory. Credit: terraxplorer2.)

You have better things to do today than to read a post from me. There are important people in your life and you know you’ve been taking them for granted. Yes, I’m talking to you. Now get off the Internet, pick up the phone, and tell them so: husbands; wives; life partners; children; brothers; sisters; best friends. Every one of them. No, I’m not kidding.

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(Photo: Pastry chef en croute.)

Chris showed up limping to our weekly Caribou coffee date. Every Tuesday we share caffeine before I bare my soul to my local Codependents Anonymous gang.

Usually it’s me arriving with the more interesting issue. Chris tells me his plans for transcending his future ex-roomate. I let him in on the excruciating details of my love life from when I was an egg onwards.

But even still and seated, Chris couldnt help but grimace over the top of his grande iced green tea cooler.

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(Photo: This is what a 15-minute walk to the ‘L’ feels like to me. Credit: Ross Bon.)

The problem with ADHD is you can never make your mind up. Right or left? Chocolate or vanilla? Go or stay?

It’s a symptom that has been driving me–and by extension, Chris–crazy for the past few weeks. He’ll need a new roommate come September 1st (and, boy, the reason why is a story and a half, but I digress). Back when we were boyfriends, I was adamant that roommate be me. Then we broke up and I wasn’t so much anymore.

Then I looked at my finances and his in-unit washer/dryer and wheedled my way back into potential roommate-dom again. Those of you doing the math are already wondering why Chris and I would be crazy enough to be roommates after we just broke up.

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(Photo: It’s funny how awe can be inspired at the most unexpected moments. Credit: Omnos.)

I was doing some spring cleaning this afternoon. I was looking for things to throw out amid several boxes of old junk. I came across a small, white greeting card with two birds and a vine with some flowers on the front of it. Here’s what it said:

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Surprise ending’s here.
“I love you but you’ve lost me.”
He spoke. Words fail me.

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I am in love. Suddenly, astonishingly, sickeningly so. Know that first and the rest of this post goes down a lot easier for the less romantically inclined among you.

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With great sadness, I find myself in a position to edit my previous post. While my move to New York City may continue (I sincerely hope it does), my relationship with Devyn will not. After two years of effort forged in the face of what, in the end, turned out to be my insurmountable obstacles, Devyn and I have called an end to our partnership.

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